matter of priorities

He gritted his teeth promising not to scream. Everything should be normal. With Cassie, he was learning very quickly that nothing should surprise him. Sir! It didn't take that much for her to answer his questions!

- Enchantée. She greeted him with a flowery bow. - It's a pity Thalagar doesn't buy coffee for Star's stocks. Delicieux. Malediction. Le. Le pistolet...." She smiled with satisfaction as she laughed. - Enchantée rhymes with touché ?

Even more stunned Richard heard her cursing in French complaining about the pistol stuck inside her pants and throwing it on the bed almost tripping over her small feet. By this time the fracture in her foot was starting to heal. Young wolves! Heavens!

It was coffee in her mug, wasn't it? Why the hell was the girl acting so airy like that? She looked drunk! Oh, impossible! What else had Vladimir put in her mug after all?

-Kassim? Are you the cabin boy of the Star of Tomorrow? - he managed to speak after several moments when finally the voice returned. - Is it daughter... Is it Will's daughter?

- Dad?

Everything is fine. He already imagined. Of course, he was suspicious. Nobody could be that stupid.

- Dad? Cassie widened her clear eyes walking on clouds. She couldn't remember why she should be wary of that man.

He was dangerous without a doubt. Zagorra had never warned how dangerous it could be that way. Uninhibited by coffee—she'd forgotten to tell her that there was some reason wizards didn't drink coffee, but she couldn't remember—she sobbed again.

The coffee was great. And to hell whoever said otherwise

She was dreamy and gaping at that magnificent, big male body. It was a surprise because on Estrela the men never failed to wear a shirt because they didn't want to attract the captain's attention.

She'd never seen such an expanse of human skin before him. Not with so many details and with all attention. Both her shoulders and broad chest showed muscle as detailed as her arms. Even more daringly, her eyes dropped to the dark fuzz that trailed down to his manhood. She dreamily still admired the masculine form as the cock began to become erect with the desire to know that it was exactly what it appeared to be. How would it feel to have him...

- Oh, Dad. Mon Dieu! ! I'm there naked...

-Is it the unfortunate and troublemaker Grumete of the Star of Tomorrow?! I can't believe it, Cassie!

Rick is taking a deep breath, hiding his anger. The devil had deceived him. Will's daughter? God!

She lived aboard a ship full of men. Of course, she wasn't innocent at all. She made a fool of him no doubt. The girl was not at all modest admiring him like that with her flushed face. Virgin? Well yes, but not innocent. That low feminine sigh had instant communication with everything from the waist down on her body.

-How much trouble are you in this time, sweetie? - the voice was soft and velvety. She was burning with rage. Thalagar. The girl was Thalagar's lover. It just might be. The infernal captain had always liked boys. And damn Philip...

Why on earth would Will have allowed his daughter to grow up on a ship? Faith despite sometimes embarking on trips lived in Scarlet. Of course, she had never seen that little face that could make a man's temper before.

-Do you know how to handle swords and pistols? - the question was sour.

Richard noticed the relaxed way she walked, the way her hips moved with the sensual sway burning with fury. That night she didn't escape. He was going to throw her to the ground and cover her with his body until he had her writhing in pleasure screaming her name. It was going to show that he was a wolf and that the infernal girl belonged to him.

- Evident, monsieur. -Modesty wasn't one of his best qualities. - Better than you. I'm very experienced. Did you know that I have much more agility than you? Oh, I'm much faster.

Rick narrowed his gaze.

-Sometimes being so fast makes you lose all the fun, honey. Can't take advantage of it...

Experient? Richard tried to ruminate on the damn word. How experienced? He couldn't digest the information with such anger.

- Le Conseil des Anciens... I'm not supposed to approach you.... - She sobbed again. She couldn't stop sobbing.- How can you not enjoy it properly?

Of course, he was furious. And even more obvious that she was really after her friend condemned by the Successrium.

-What do you mean the clan council decided this?? Do you realize there was no way to save that woman? What did you mean? be arrested? There was no way to help. She was doomed! Curse! I don't think anyone from the Armada tried to help? They wanted someone to blame. There was no way... Better get rid of the damn coffee.

Since when?

He, too, began to notice the unsatisfied manner of her. It was coffee. Didn't wizards drink coffee, sir? She even looked slightly intoxicated. It was impossible.

- Never explain. Cassie picked her shoulders again. A new slip after an encounter with hot and strong muscles amid new laughter. - It's hot around here, isn't it? Why she was my friend! She wasn't going to sit idly by while...

Richard mumbled a grumpy reply.

Warm? You have no idea, sweetheart.

-Would you lead a rebellion inside the city to save the woman? Make an entire city take up arms?

Cassie stared at him in bewilderment.

-But of course! What a question, now. That's what friends are for!

He ground each answer, his skin taut as her curious fingers traced the line of his chest muscles. The hoax had so totally dropped her abandoning the image of an innocent girl.

-They never explained, isn't it the same? Is it another one of your lies? - Richard Morgan roared. - There was no chance of saving the woman... Heavens. Muir herself decided the guilty verdict.

The temptation of the small body next to hers only added to his bad mood. Her manhood burned to embers as her stronger hand tugged at the laces holding her pants impatiently. She wasn't going to waste any time teasing the little devil after her lies. She could hardly wait for the moment to possess her.

-No! No, Mon Dieu! Cassie protested vaguely again, slipping into his arms dizzily.

Oh my. He was too fast with his hands.

-Faster than you this time? Rick captured her thoughts with satisfaction.

It was a matter of competition now. And he was more than willing to win first place.

-Is it a dispute now? Has it become a competition?

-Since you're so competitive? I never turn down a challenge, little devil. Was not?

The pants were on the floor in seconds. She didn't even have to worry about the shirt. She found herself slumped on the bed and in his arms as she was pinned against the straw, with the man insinuating himself between her legs with an eagerness that could stun with deep kisses, seeming to devour her.

He wasn't usually that wild. Cassie noticed the muscles of his chest strong as she tried to fight him to push him away, but she instinctively let her lips part, meeting his tongue in a caress that left her in ecstasy with the hands that roamed her body.

All protest died as he learned her with his strong, hard thighs, kissing her madly. The rough savagery of the caresses made her dizzy.

-Morgan! Richard, please don't... It's such a mess to end the fight in bed.

-But it resolves itself much faster! And more delicious, don't you think? We can try to vary the thing and experiment...

-Not so fast!

-But we are competing, love!

- What honey? - He roared, totally carried away by lust. For God! How easily the unhappy girl deceived him! She had stepped into the middle of the shooting to save her friend. And him like a fool believing the girl was safe at home. Anger boiled in her blood.

-Richard Morgan!

-Not this time! And I've already told you that I prefer you to call me Rick. Since you are so experienced, in pleasing your admirers, I want to enjoy other delights they can offer me.

-Rick! RICK?! Just like the others also call! RICK!!! I don't have any admirers... But what the hell of admirers?

- Are we in this damn mess over a nickname? Oh really? Phil got it all but you're a beast because of a nickname? Do you know how many admirers this cheeky face managed to get attention?

-I?!

-Let's review the priority list for complaints, shall we? I was trapped and in a cell because of Phil's frame. Both of us...that means you and me...we're in deep shit. bankrupt Also courtesy of Phil. There is no longer the castle to return to. Jackie arrived in these parts with the news that the place was attacked.

-Will.

-They're gathering the survivors to board to Chabone, probably. There's still a lost child out there. Did I mention Mike is going to kill Phil when he finds out about the kid? No? I lost command of Gaia. They took my ship, sweetie!

"You said you could practice marksmanship on your brother with pleasure." I wouldn't even worry about the ammo.

-Cassie, it wasn't just taking the armada from the wolves. The Successrium intends to end the Armada. No more ships, nothing more. End of the game.

-Did your brother come from hell? - Cassie looked at him possessed.

- He was probably expelled by Hades. He must have tried to take the place on the throne. Do you know how it works? arrogance? Rays. Need to understand. The guy is egocentric. You think the whole world has what it takes. The typical sufferer. Phil must have believed he could rule the underworld much better than Hades.

-Have I told you I hate your brother?

-Want to get in line? I think it's going to be a little difficult to get first place. The dispute is fierce. Nothing like having friends. And creditors. Not to mention that probably all privateers must be dying to get their hands on the scoundrel, love. Did I mention the loan sharks? I've been losing a fortune on gambling. Jackie is at the top of the list to get him. If Muir doesn't pluck him first. Did you know the spell backfires? Phil also has back taxes. Not to mention the suspected murder... He tried to kill...

- Well, Jackie...

Rickrolled his eyes at the edge.

-Jackie...-Richard burst out laughing. - Jackie was forced to sell the Unicorn. Wretched Phil resolved to destroy the family. Without leaving anyone out. Lucky for us, his brother is the cautious type. It will invest the money left over after the back-tax scam to buy a property to house all of us. Nothing like a broken family to unite.

-You damn brother...

-You will carry my catenna now. - He assured us he took her wrist and his anger doubled.

Were they brands? The wretch had shared her blood with whom? Damn it!

-We need the leadership of the pack, you and I together. A crazy madman is trying to kill and destroy everyone because of the alpha position of the pack, you know?

Cassie took a deep breath in a brief moment trying to catch her breath. Sir! Was he really upset?

-No, I didn't know, RICK!

-Don't you like to call me that?

-Go to goddamn hell, Richard.

-I told you the name is RICK!

Richard let out a frustrated groan. She wasn't any different from the others. The thought was brief as he adjusted his body between her slender legs, controlling the pleasure her closeness brought. It was sorcery, he concludes in frustration. All he had to do was possess her and the damned spell would end. He would soon lose the damn obsession. The world was ending and she was furious over a name? Women! Who could explain female logic?

-Richard, no! She gasped, fully aware of the position. He intended...

Every decision to protest was forgotten with provocative caresses.

-Which? Does Thalagar fawn over you more? This time we're going to do it differently. It will give me pleasure. He's already having a lot of fun, posing as an innocent young woman to behave so outrageously. How about showing me your experience? Or you can be nice and let men handle men's business.

-Rick!